This is why I’ve been to the Metropolitan Museum in NYC ~16 times, but have only once had the time to see anything outside their Egypt exhibit - they have EVERYTHING on display, and it takes me so long to look at and read everything that by the time I’m finished, anyone else I’m with is desperate to leave.

I remember listening to a podcast about a woman who was trying to get her first writing job in the 80’s, and she had read Ms. magazine, but she’d never heard “Ms.” said out loud by a human voice, even to refer to a person. So in an interview that happens to be with one of Ms.’s founding editors (unsure which one) but…

Today I learned something about myself: I’d be willing to put off having sex for someone who was asexual or only sporadically sexual, but if someone was abstaining from sex for religious reasons I would be like “Lol no, we have to break up immediately.”

Cokie Roberts was on NPR this morning, and she said “As we’ve seen, facts don’t matter” in absolutely the most even-handed tone ever, and I had to reflect on the fact that I can’t even think those words without wanting to scream. Which is why Ms. Roberts is a journalist and I am an internet commentator.

I usually just eat huge bowlfulls of single leftover items in order of most-to-least-favorite: Stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, turkey, green beans.

I was in London for 2 months. 1 month in, I was riding the train with two other girls from my cohort, and they started talking about how it was half over, soon they could go home.

It is, but it’s a gamble, whereas I already know I like myself.

I mean, coming out of one’s privileged lily-white ivory tower with a silver spoon firmly clenched between your teeth to talk shit about a city that’s six times as big, endlessly more diverse, generally poorer, and still manages to be a cool place that people like to visit, move to, and work in, is not markedly better…

But bro, that’s why you make friends! Friends who you can abandon to their own devices when they get annoying, unlike anyone you brought with you who you’re morally obligated to make sure they get home safely!

She’s definitely wrong, as anyone who lives in D.C. could tell you - there’s more than half a million of us.

One of my friends is kind of scraping by on the west side of Manhattan, and she’s obsessed with brunch (going to brunch every weekend, looking for the best brunch deal all week) in a way that I didn’t understand until I realized it was like, the one nice thing she could afford to do each week.

I’m seeing visions of him pulling a Palin and leaving the job he took an oath to do when, in the fullness of time, it becomes undeniable that he’s not going to get to play Tonka Trucks in the sandbox with America.

Really the biggest ongoing issue in my life is the thing where I have limited time and money to travel, and I want to spend those visiting new places but I’m also rabid to go back to my favorite places again and again.

Bottomless brunch exists primarily so that people living in non-picturesque New York can temporarily invade the spaces inhabited at all times by Pinterest New Yorkers, and vomit on their stoops.

Okay so. You know those watermelons that the Japanese grow in Pyrex boxes so that they come out as cubes? That’s me. I’m the cuboid watermelon, D.C. is my Pyrex box.

Also like, yeah, D.C. probably IS dirtier than Bumblefuck Mountaintop or wherever else on earth is so uninteresting that only 5 people want to live there, and 4 of them only stay because they don’t have enough change between the couch cushions for a bus ticket out.

I am, essentially, an athlete of food and snark! (The other inadvisable thing I’m prone to doing being “getting into huge arguments on Gawker - but then, I’ve got to get those snark muscles ready for irritating family members!)

What about that guy who shot that Muslim couple and their sister because he was an Atheist who hated religion so much?

If that’s not a sterling recommendation for Why You Should Travel Alone, I don’t know what is.

Haha. I had a version of Prague Syndrome when I moved there - they don’t show you in the pictures how everything is covered with graffiti, dog shit, and a thin layer of grime!